Yare yare, I made it into Dentistry Faculty =)

Today is the day that the Placing Results of the Student Selection Exam were out and guess what, it started with a joke but seems like I will become a dentist. I made it into Erciyes University Dentistry Faculty.

It’s common knowledge that studying dentistry is way the most pocket-burning one. I’ll see about that by first-hand experiences.

As far as I heard from an older bro who studies dentistry, you always keep asking yourself during your the very first months of the first year “why dentistry? why not a damn normal engineering but dentistry?”, but after that you start being fellow-fellow with patients, eat your toast in cafeteria with them, they tell you about their family problems, you give them advices, blah blah ..

The lessons start by a hard Latin in them and without even realizing what’s going on, you go into the preclinic laboratory to make teeth from soap. Your eyes do get used to soap time after time although you’ll have to walk around with red eyes like you just cried, but some time later you’ll also walk around like you’re the best sculptor in the country. “Teeth?! Come on! I can make a bicycle out of soap!” .. like this.

Second year, people will stay a meter away from you since you’ll smell like you have bathed in an acryl cauldron and you’ll also have to make your homeworks windows wide-open in the middle of a cold winter putting cloth on cloth on you, because the other people in the house won’t be so happy with the smell (they’ll be studying clean engineerings, ofcourse they’d be annoyed) .. You’ll write lyrics comprising from “I hate it, I hate it, dentistry? Why is it? Why is it? I hate it, la la la la laaa, I hate this ..” while you’ll be making your homework for tomorrow in the middle of the night at 3 a.m. And it will depend on the mood your professor would be in, that either he’ll accept your work or simply say a “do it again” .. You’ll start singing that song again.

Third year would be like the second one. You’ll just develop this song of yours into a better one with a better rythim.

You’ll spend your time running around trying to find a patient to use not to fail the exam at your fourth year. By the phone you’ll beg them to come when you’re about to have an important exam and your patient is having tea with her middle-aged friends at an at-home day.

Fifth year is the last one. After graduation you stay at home in front of tv watching it like an idiot since you’re in an empitiness, not knowing what to do but it won’t take so long and you’ll find a job somehow inshaallah.

The end of the story.

Wait for me Kayseri.

May Allah (c.c.) help us achieve the best.

k.t. from Turkiye, Istanbul, arigatou minna-san!

Oy! Where is this road to?

World, where are you heading?
Here, that’s the question!

Once upon a time, there used to be only two people in this green wild world, Hz. Adam and Hz. Eve .. Then they had children, and children’s children, those children’s children happened and it was milliards of people on this world. Like a herd of ants, “work, work”, they couldn’t think of anything but money and except only a few of them (maybe the number of count was higher but this very thing must be the “melting in the crowd”), none thought like our Cree American Indian fella did. He had said,

“Only after the last tree was down, the last river was poisoned, the last fish was caught .. only after that, you’ll understand that you can’t eat money.”

No need to say anything else, when there is a way to live in peace, harmony, happiness .. we’re burring ourselves deeper and deeper in the bog.
When there is a way to try to understand each other, if we can’t understand then to respect each other, not to insult people’s believes (to get the idea that everyone just can’t think the same as we do) .. We .. We call ourselves human beings, scoop out the crow’s eye!

Shame on us .. (but it’s never too late.)

The Bairams That Smell Like Candy

Today’s Bairam, wake up early in the morning!

Wear the best, children and fresh wildflowers on your hands.

And let’s not upset our mums today, la la la la ..

I’m remembering Barish Mancho with Allah’s mercy and grace. May he rest in peace.

I’m wishing happy, full of peace and goodness and blessing many many Bairams, everyone!

When the male ones in the house left for the sacrificing point to take care of the sacrificial, the others sit at home, watch mum to telephone the relatives to give greetings, give garish-covered candies to the children who ring the bell.

Like we live it that way in every Sacrifice Bairam (Festival) -that’s what happened in every Bairam I lived at least- it’s raining too. Both it brings abundance and it’s a cleaning company, cleaning the blood that dropped. That’s amazing! And it absolutely rains if not the first day then the second day.

The kitchen is full of Baklava (which is a pasty), Ashura (which is not related to the Ashura Day of Shi’as, but we cook the dessert on this day too), Sarma (delicious indeed) and candies. I don’t know if this is special just to Turkish people. I would love to hear someone clear this matter, a sis/bro from another nation. Do you cook different meals for Bairam, too? You do indeed, but are they like Baklava, Ashura, Sarma or etc. Like the ones we cook? I know that’s Turkish kitchen but we’re all Muslim anyway.

And one of the best thing of Sacrifice Bairam is meat, being taken to people who need. The Charity Foundations work their best for this. People who sacrifice give away from the meat to people who weren’t able to sacrifice (those who have enough money behind them sacrifice, you know). That’s such a beauty!

Many many peaceful Bairam, people!

Eid Mubarak!